The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 146 Negan’s Partner
Northern Lights Military Base, Citizen Z, well, the man whose original name was Baker was holding a puppy, standing at the gate of the base, looking around with his eyes open, his thin figure shivering from the cold wind.

But even so, the biting cold wind did not extinguish the excitement in his heart.

It is also tragic to say that after the disaster broke out, all the staff in the base were mobilized. They stayed in the empty base for more than two years, one person and one dog. The only pleasure every day was to watch the outside world through military satellites.

The reason why he didn't become a lunatic during this period of time was entirely because Baker himself was a serious homebody and was used to being alone. Otherwise, no one else would be able to maintain his current optimistic attitude.

Just as Baker was holding the puppy, feeling a little sorry for himself, suddenly, where he looked, under the dim sunlight unique to the Arctic, there appeared a dozen figures staggering forward in the cold wind.

Then, sleds, snowmobiles, and Alaskan snow dogs followed one after another. A team of nearly a hundred people appeared in front of Baker.

Among them are soldiers in military overcoats, residents in down jackets, and even some Eskimos in similar aboriginal costumes.

Their faces were pale and they were wrapped in thick cotton jackets. Everyone looked listless. Obviously, walking such a long distance in the wind and snow was not a pleasant thing.

Ten minutes later, a middle-aged white man with a short beard walked up to Baker, stretched out his hand, shook his hand, and said:

"Hello, Mr. Baker."

"I am Captain Tommy of the United Human Community Military Department. Following the assignment of His Excellency the President, I went here to prepare to establish an Arctic stronghold."

As a senior otaku, Baker shook hands with the handsome middle-aged officer in front of him at a loss, and said with a little embarrassment:

"Hello, Mr. Tommy, your Excellency the President has already given me instructions on this matter."

"I will assist you in taking over the Northern Lights base. There is plenty of food and daily necessities here."

"There is also some military equipment, as well as special items unique to the Arctic."

"If your team only has 100 people, the supplies here will be enough for us to use for more than five years."

Tommy nodded slightly, keeping a friendly smile on his face.

"Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Baker, let my team members enter the base to rest for a while, the snow is too heavy outside."

"Some players with relatively weak physiques have already suffered from frostbite."

Although traveling to the Arctic is a chore, it is very safe and zombies cannot survive in this environment of dozens of degrees below zero.

Moreover, it is very good to be the leader of a base. Next time when I return to the base to rest, I can bring some Arctic specialties to my cute little niece Sarah.

After the greetings, Baker gave everyone a brief introduction to the situation in the Northern Lights base. He did not stay for long, but immediately returned to the operating console of the military satellite and began to operate desperately.

A few days ago, His Excellency the President gave him an order to seize the operating system of a secret research institute without disturbing the firewall.

This was a quite difficult task, even for a super hacker like him. However, after spending the past few days exploring without food or sleep, he finally came up with a more extreme method, which required physical power outage.

He has already relayed this method to the president. As long as they complete the preliminary arrangements, Baker is still somewhat confident of completing this task.

And in Florida, the city of Miami.

Leon was seriously assigning a task to Constantine.

Listening to the content of the mission, the slovenly middle-aged man turned green and complained:

"Boss, if you want me to die, just say so. Why would you arrange such a dangerous mission for me?"

Lyon didn't seem to hear his complaint, but calmly threw out a pie.

"I know this mission is a bit dangerous, but you are an expert at performing covert missions. Don't be afraid of difficulties and use your brain more. I believe you can definitely think of a way to get the best of both worlds."

He handed an electronic device with a jack on the table to Constantine's hand, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Don't worry, you should know very well what a generous boss I am."

"When you complete this task, there will be no obstacles to our cause in Florida. We can help the survivors here live a peaceful life."

"After the establishment of the People's Alliance Branch Base in Florida is completed, as the manager who is most familiar with this place and has made the most outstanding contributions, you will get the rewards you deserve."

Constantine stared at the device in his hand, listening to the pie that Leon drew for him, and his thoughts were racing in his heart.

Yes, for almost two years, the survivors in Florida have been living under the threat of nuclear explosions, radiation and mutant zombies.

I don’t know how many good people have sacrificed their lives in the confrontation with the Shark Gang along the way. Now, this is the only final obstacle left. As long as the last remaining forces of the Shark Gang are eliminated and the Awami League can regain this area, they The sacrifice was not in vain.

With the faces of his fallen companions flashing in his mind, Constantine sighed and said:

"Okay, boss, leave this task to me."

He raised his head and looked into Leon's eyes, his expression becoming particularly solemn and serious.

"But boss, if I don't come back this time, I hope you won't let down the sacrifices of Floridians."

"They deserve to live in peace."

Leon also nodded with a serious expression and responded:
"Please rest assured that our experts are developing drugs to treat radiation sickness. Soon, even people in Florida will be able to overcome radiation sickness and live an ordinary life."

After receiving the president's promise, the sloppy man finally made up his mind and was willing to gamble his life for the happiness of his companions.

No matter how much confusion Constantine had in his heart, Lawrence was actually not feeling well when he was trapped in the secret institute.

The laboratory door has been open for three days. Unexpectedly, the cunning People's Federation organization was not fooled at all. It just sent a dozen local survivors to guard the door, neither attacking nor letting the people inside escape. The look of waiting for the rabbit.

As for Lawrence, in order to prevent people from the People's Federation from playing tricks, he had to keep an eye on the monitoring equipment in the laboratory and could not relax for a moment, which made him very tired.

But that night, just when he thought he would wait in vain again, he suddenly saw that the dozen or so survivors who were responsible for guarding outside the gate suddenly evacuated.A few minutes later, while he was still guessing what the People's Federation's purpose was for doing this, a group of probably hundreds of mutated zombies suddenly walked into the tea room from other places.

Their purpose was clear, as if they were controlled by some force. This group of mutated zombies walked directly through the open door without any pause, and swaggered in the direction of the surveillance, deep into the interior of the laboratory.

Seeing this situation, Lawrence did not dare to slack off at all, and immediately woke up all the guards in the institute and ordered them to go and eliminate this group of zombies.

And during the time gap when the guards in the institute went to stop the zombies, something even weirder happened.

This group of zombies moved forward, not only very fast, but also all the doors and control doors they encountered were opened by one of them in a strange way, without any hindrance to the group of zombies.

Such an intelligent performance made Lawrence suspect that there must be a living lurker among the mutated zombies.

Only in this way will those stupid zombies know how to open various valves.

But soon, after only four or five minutes, the guards in the institute encountered this group of mutated zombies in a corridor. After a fairly fierce battle between the two sides, they eliminated the group of mutant zombies without any danger. share the enemy.

However, when Lawrence turned his attention away and continued to observe the surveillance, he found a guy dressed like a mutant zombie in tattered clothes sneaking into an office.

A spy, such an amateur spy, actually did everything in his own way in front of him, a master spy.

In an instant, Lawrence became furious. He controlled the monitor and commanded the guards in the institute to hunt down this despicable guy.

However, this guy in tattered clothes is just like a loach covered in mucus, hiding here and there, slippery, even if he has been shot several times, he can actually use various tricks to fight with more than a dozen people. The guard was entangled in the office for a long time.

Until Lawrence scolded his incompetent subordinates and wanted to kill the little wimp himself.

Suddenly, with a bang, all the lighting equipment in the entire institute dimmed, and then after four or five seconds of darkness, they were turned back on.

As a senior spy, Lawrence immediately understood what was going on. With a gloomy face and a determined mood, he entered the code to activate the self-destruction program into the console without any hesitation. However, the screen displayed insufficient permissions. The reminder drove his heart into the abyss.

Looking at the large number of People's Federation soldiers rushing in from the gate on the monitor, Lawrence shouted desperately in his heart while testing the activation codes of various other defense methods:

Your Highness, Son of God, I am such a loser. They even cracked the last method of harming the enemy.

But don't worry, no one can get the secrets of Freemasonry from my mouth. I will use death to prove my loyalty to you.

………………

New York State, suburbs of New York City.

The Salvation Army's main base is a large Wal-Mart shopping mall. After more than a year of renovation, Salvation Army workers also built a steel fence welded from abandoned large vehicles outside the supermarket.

When Richard and others were brought into the base by the strong white men and saw the hundreds of workers in the base still working hard, he knew that relying solely on the power of the Kingdom of God would not be able to compete with them. This mighty Salvation Army contends.

But soon, along the way, Richard discovered that the Salvation Army was completely different from the Kingdom of God.

Although there are a large number of workers here, most of them are mentally weak and not physically strong.

Facing those soldiers wearing armor and holding weapons, every worker seemed groveling and very fearful.

On the contrary, the armored soldiers in the Salvation Army, when they faced the workers who were buried in their work, everyone would look arrogant and did not take these workers seriously.

Judging from their clothing, mental temperament, strong bodies, and rosy faces, it is obvious that soldiers and workers are completely different classes here.

But there was no time for him to think too much. Surrounded by a group of soldiers, the four of them had their hands and feet tied, and took a functioning elevator to the fifth floor of the department store, which is the top floor of this Wal-Mart shopping mall. .

After opening the elevator door and entering the top floor, the scene that appeared inside surprised Richard and others, and could even be said to be dumbfounded.

Because what caught his eye was not the dilapidated houses or dirty environment that are most common in the apocalypse, but a huge and splendid banquet hall.

This banquet hall is brightly lit and luxuriously decorated, with gold decorations and silver carvings everywhere, luxurious plush carpets covering all the floors, and precious calligraphy, paintings and jewelry everywhere.

A dozen beautiful beauties in evening gowns were scattered in different places in the banquet hall. Some were chatting softly, some were reading books, some were tasting food, and a few were standing in the center of the banquet hall performing. Song and dance.

Some young workers dressed as waiters or maids lowered their heads and carefully served the beauties in the banquet hall. They were respectful and did not dare to show any slights.

On the podium at the top of the banquet hall, a handsome middle-aged man was squinting his chin, tilting his head, leaning on a huge seat, squinting, watching the performance in the center of the banquet hall.

When he saw Richard and others coming up from the elevator with his peripheral vision, he withdrew his eyes, sat up straight, and stared at the people who were slowly approaching with a half-smiling look.

When the beauties performing songs and dances saw the strong white man and his men, they consciously stopped their performance and found a place to entertain themselves.

As for the soldiers of the Salvation Army, no one dared to take a second look at these beautiful women in scantily clad clothes. They led Richard and others to the middle-aged handsome man like they were avoiding snakes and scorpions.

They knelt on one knee and said:
"Great Negan, we have brought a few captives, and we seem to have obtained some important information from them."

A handsome middle-aged man named Negan picked up a wooden bat that was leaning on a huge chair, punched the chain-wrapped end on the ground, and chuckled, his voice filled with some indescribable arrogance. temperament.

"Haha, it's you, Olaf. What kind of news made you travel hundreds of kilometers and come back to the base to report to me."

Olaf, a strong white man, stood up, grabbed Richard by the hair, threw him four or five meters away from Negan, and said:

"These guys come from a camp called Kingdom of Gods, but that camp shouldn't be considered powerful."

"But according to this guy, their Kingdom of Gods has a partner called the United Community of Humanity, which is a powerful organization with tens of thousands of members."

"Faced with this situation, I dare not make any decisions without authorization."

"We need Negan's wisdom."

(End of this chapter)